Home to Me.

The smell of cake, The cool winter breeze. A warm summer house without A/C. These phrases all spell home to me. Home, not a place, just one thing in your heart. Home, the smell of cupcakes, a batch freshly baked. Home is something that talks to me With love, not words. Alberta to Montana, Utah to California From beaches to farmland, my home stretches wide I love my home, it loves me too. And I’m sure my family does too.